The Sunday Sermon – well not really. Traditionally, today is the day of the big Sunday Dinner as we used to call it when I was child. Usually around 2pm or so (after the pub closed), it was an opportunity for the family to get together once a week around the dinner table and eat an unnecessarily large feast – which we all enjoyed thoroughly.
I do not come from a religious family, but having moved to Pennsylvania I am now surrounded by those so afflicted and who insist on “saying grace” before getting down to the hard work of scoffing every single meal and, these days, throwing away a significant amount of uneaten food afterwards.
So, as I am having one of my “down” days, brought on by the rainfall, I offer my perspective. I am not expecting this to be popular.
~ Grace ~
Thank you, O unseen one for showing us Favor
Providing your bounty as something to Savour
As we feast on this Meal we praise our good Luck
That you care for US greatly as you don’t give a Fuck…
For those Others abroad in places far Flung
That are ruled by the Heathen and governed by Gun
But though many there Praise you, it seems not Enough
To calm Your huge ego so I guess that it’s Tough
For millions of Believers have only a Diet
Of promise of Heaven and so dare not to Riot
Against the Controls that are put into Place
To continue this Construct that plagues Human Race
So thanks once again, God, for sharing your Grace
And I’ll try not to Think of a starving child’s Face
Or ponder or question your Omnipotence
As I go through this daily Rite of pretence.